Chapter 74

  Remy. Remy. Remy. Remy. Remy. Remy.

  The name looped in my head, each repetition scraping against my skull like shards of glass.

  My hands were shaking. I could feel it— the tremor running through my fingers, the way I realized with certainty that I'd never wanted to kill a person the way I want...

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